Yun Che attacked angrily, his sword dancing like a dragon.
Each move was to chase after the enemy's soul and take his life.
In an instant, the dozens of Mengyuan cavalrymen were all killed by him.
Yun Che held the True Martial Sword in his hand and stood among the broken limbs, looking as terrifying as a demon.
But in the eyes of the villagers, this terrifying image was as sacred and revered as a god who saved people in distress.
Immediately, the remaining dozens of villagers knelt on the ground respectfully and kowtowed in thanks.
"Thank you, Master Immortal, for saving my life!"
"Thank you for saving my life, Brother Daoist Priest!"
"Benefactor, please accept my bow!”
Yun Che slowly exhaled. The dazzling divine light in his eyes gradually dissipated.
"It's nothing. You don't have to do this.”
He gently flicked his sleeve, and his true energy flowed, lifting the villagers who were kneeling on the ground.
One of the white-haired old men bowed and said,"
"The Taoist priest's martial arts are divine, so he must be an immortal.”
"I can't repay your kindness. Please tell me your Daoist name.”
"We are willing to set up a memorial tablet of longevity and offer incense day and night to thank you for saving our lives!”
Yun Che smiled and said lightly,"
"I'm just an unaffiliated cultivator from Mount Wudang. I'm not a god.”
"There's no need to thank me. This Penniless Priest cultivates both Dao and martial arts. When martial arts practitioners see injustice on the road, they draw their swords to help!”
The old man's eyes were filled with tears as he cupped his hands in thanks,"
"Taoist priest, you are so righteous. I admire you!"
At this moment, a white-haired old woman suddenly cried out,"
"Unfortunately…It's just a pity for Nan Nan!"
"Those damn thieves lit a fire in the village. After such a long time, Nan Nan, she…"
At this point, the old woman almost fainted from crying. She wailed deliriously,
"Wuwuwu... Nan Nan was Grandpa Yue's only bloodline!”
"Even if this old woman dies, she will not have the face to meet the ancestors of the Yue Family Army!”
Hearing this, the other villagers 'hearts tightened and their expressions changed.
The old man shouted sternly,
"What nonsense are you talking about? I think you've lost your mind!”
At this moment, Yun Che's eyes suddenly shone brightly as he shouted in a deep voice,"
"What did you say? Yue Family Army? Tell me in detail!"
The young man named Iron Bull said in a muffled voice,
"Yay, the Taoist priest is our savior. Tell him the truth!”
When the white-haired old man heard this, his originally turbid eyes suddenly became confused. He sighed softly.
The person in front of him was his savior. He was righteous and was a disciple of a famous sect.
The white-haired old man pondered for a moment before letting out a long sigh and slowly recounting this long-buried past.
As he explained, Yun Che's brows gradually relaxed and he was even a little surprised.
It turned out that the people in this village were all descendants of the famous Yue Clan Army in history.
This army was led by Yue Wumu, a famous general who fought against the Jin Dynasty and a national hero.
This army was disciplined and well-trained.
It had the reputation of "freezing to death without demolishing the house, starving to death without looting".
Even among their old enemies, the Jin people, there was a saying that it was easier to shake a mountain than to shake the Yue Clan's army.
The troops were loyal and resolute, even the soldiers who fought against Meng Yuan a few years ago were the descendants of the Yue Family Army.
As for the Yue Clan Army's descendants who were stationed here, they had an important mission on their shoulders.
That was to guard the tomb of this national hero who was dedicated to the country but died an innocent death. At the same time, he raised the last bloodline of Yue Wumu.
Hearing this, Yun Che asked with some doubt,"
"I once heard that Yue Wumu is now buried in Hangzhou…"
When the white-haired old man heard this, he sighed and said sadly,"
"That place is just a cenotaph. Back then, the general was killed by a traitor and died unjustly in Fengbo Pavilion.”
"After being rescued by the righteous men, the general's remains were transported out.”
"My grandfather and the others set up a plan to separate the two tombs in order to protect the general's body from being disturbed.”
"This place is the General Lord's hometown, Tangyin County. It's where the General Lord's tomb is.”
"The Nan Nan that this old woman mentioned earlier is the only descendant of General Yue!”
Yun Che let out a long sigh and said softly,"
"I see. I was wondering why you didn't dare to resist.”
"So it was all to protect General Yue's tomb and his descendants.”
Hearing this, Tie Niu's tiger eyes were filled with tears as he said like muffled thunder,
"If it wasn't for the old master not allowing me to make a move, I would have fought those bastards!”
"Sob, sob, sob, so many villagers have been killed!”
The white-haired old man also had tears in his eyes as he said in a sorrowful voice,
"Unfortunately…It's a pity that we're useless. We can't even protect the last trace of the general's bloodline!”
"We deserve to die! We deserve to die!"
At this moment, Yun Che suddenly smiled and said softly,"
"That might not be the case. Take a look, who is this?”
Then, he let out a clear whistle.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion.
Right at this moment, a clear eagle cry suddenly came from the forest.
Then, a golden-winged eagle flapped its wings and flew up.
It flapped its wings and flew over.
The strangest thing was that on its broad back, there was a little girl sleeping soundly.
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